The dining room of the mansion was aglow with the soft light of the chandelier, its long mahogany table cluttered with plates of forgotten creamy pasta and half-empty wine glasses, the rich aroma of herbs lingering faintly in the air. The gentle hum of slow pop music drifted in background. Her sheer silk gown hung loosely, barely covering her curves, her bare pussy exposed under the table as my foot worked between her thighs, my thumb pressing inside her slick heated pussy, my other toes brushing her labia, her juices leaking onto my skin.
She held my underwear in her hand, sniffing it deeply, while I pressed her damp panties to my nose, inhaling her musky scent. Her feet moved with purpose, one stroking my hardened cock up and down, the other teasing my balls with gentle pressure.
